LOVED ONES REJOICING

There’s a house in a forest
where the echoes reside,
all the lost memories
go there to hide
from the present reality
which sends them away
into the depths of unknowing
until they come out to play
in the bright light of
dreaming, vivid and strong,
with laughter and singing
of a never ending song.
Some may just hear
an instrumental tune,
those who listen deeply
will very soon
hear the words weaving
in and out of each note,
like rhythmic waves lapping
at the edge of a boat.
Then they’ll hear the echoes,
be drawn through the trees
to the place where
lost memories will
drfit on the breeze
guiding them to that
house where can be seen
loved ones rejoicing as
they always have been.

Morganpoet